Scared

It's good to be scared. It means you still have something to lose.

I feel is almost daily, and it's not obtrusive or debilitating. It's just there. It's that genetic or learned implant of the limbic system that has us watchful and protective, like a gazelle drinking from the African stream, knowing the cheetah drinks there too.

Finals are like that cheetah, off in the distance, slowly sauntering toward the stream. I'm drinking quickly, as much as I can before I have to engage it. Sometimes you feel like you have more time than other times (Like now).

Don't wonder why people go crazy. Wonder why they don't. In face of what we can lose in a day, in an instant, wonder what the hell it is that make us hold it together.